I know its a bit off topic but the threads heading to "the old days" kinda thing...Anyway anyone here remember being subjected to the sunday night nitty comb with your head buried into your mams lap over an old newspaper..I remember every so often my mam shouting "heres an egg carrier" as she dug the metal comb into my skull in the early 60,s
I know its a bit off topic but the threads heading to "the old days" kinda thing...Anyway anyone here remember being subjected to the sunday night nitty comb with your head buried into your mams lap over an old newspaper..I remember every so often my mam shouting "heres an egg carrier" as she dug the metal comb into my skull in the early 60,s
Being as this post seems to have gone back in time, it's all a bit weird, I was only thinking last night about this & recalled the cough cough lady. Who had that done to them, we never knew what they were looking for. There was a story going around at the time about one of the better blessed lads getting a stalk on & being sent out to cool down
In my case I must have eaten a rice crispie!for years after I remember the nurse said ,so you had weetabix this morning, just couldnt for the life of me work out how she could tell that ..............
You'd dripped it down the front of yr shirt???for years after I remember the nurse said ,so you had weetabix this morning, just couldnt for the life of me work out how she could tell that ..............